Today was really hard. I felt like my mind was slipping.
I sent an sms
I tried to unsend it
I tried to take it back
But its lunging, clumsy inexperience blundered on
Bursting good will and pleasance - like an over-ripe pomegranate,
I asked her if i was bugging her.
I’m sure someone once said, that by trying to grasp love you crush it.
No, wait it was Dorothy Parker - she said,
“Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it, and it darts away”
She was probably a psycho-stalker too - she probably killed her lover by slipping mercury in his pimm’s.
once spoken or written words take on a concrete existence We may regret but can't erase them So why waste time if necessary apologise and be done with it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool poem, like the DP excerpt! Brill. HG: -) xx